From: a345947240@aol.com (A345947240)
Subject: COACH'S FINGERS . . . FROM DAVE
Date: 10 Oct 1996 23:08:17 -0400
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COACH'S FINGERS . . . FROM DAVE
When I was 15 years old and in high school I had a sexual encounter with
one of my high school track coaches. I was a sophomore in high school and
on the varsity track team. One day near the end of practice I did some
sprints to loosen my legs. Suddenley I felt a knot in the back of my leg
and I fell to the track in pain.
Two of my teammates helped me to the side of the track. My coach came
over and asked what happened, apparently he hadn't seen. "OK, up to the
trainer's office."
I was helped up the the training room and was left there alone until coach
arrived. Since our practice lasted longer than usual today the trainer
had already left. As I sat waiting for coach I started to think how weird
I felt when coach placed his hand on my thigh. Coach is about 30 years
old, has a belly, black hair, and a five o'clock shadow. I never really
felt this way for a guy before, plus he was so much older than me.
Coach walked in and put a water bottle on the counter and then turned and
locked the door to the training room. "Dave, why don't you turn over on
your stomach and let me take a look at your leg." I did as coach said.
With his fingers running up and down my leg I started to feel tingles
running up and down my back. "Well Dave, I am going to have to massage
it." Coach walked over to the cabinet and pulled out some bottles. He
returned to me and applied some dry heat and began massaging my leg. God
it hurt! As coach continued to massage my leg I started to feel his
fingers run up to the point where my ass meets my leg. He paused, and
then started again. I guess since I did not complain it caused him to
work his fingers higher until he was massaging my ass. Coach pulled down
my shorts and spread my cheeks a bit and rubbed his fat middle against my
asshole.
Walking over to the counter coach put some kind of gel or lotion on some
of his fingers and returned to my ass. His middle fingers massaged my
butthole again and a finger made it up in me to his knuckles. I groaned
in pleasure as I felt coach shoved two fingers up my ass. Then three. My
legs were spread wide open so he could get as much as he could up me.
Then four of coach's fat fingers made it up my ass.
Coach withdrew his fingers from my wide open ass and reached over and
grabbed the water bottle he brought in earlier. "Get up on all fours
Dave." I did as coach said and I felt him rub the water bottle up and
down the opening of my male cunt. Then he pushed the water bottle in my
ass. GODDDDDD it felt GOOOOOOOD. Coach fucked my ass at a furious pace.
Without touching my cock I erupted and shot spurts and spurts of hot white
jism all over the table.
I collapsed on the table with the bottle still in my ass. Coach walked in
front of me and pulled his fat, long, sweaty cock out of his sweats and
slapped it against my face. My lips parted and my mouth opened as he
slipped his cock in my mouth. Honestly, I was to out of it to suck on his
meat, most of the action came as coach fucked my mouth. After a few
minutes he pulled his cock out of my mouth, jerked it a little and shot
his cum all over my sweat covered face. As some cum slid from my cheeks
and into my mouth coach walked around the table and pulled the bottle from
my ass.
Coach wrapped my leg up in a bandage and helped me put my shorts on. I
didn't know what hurt more, my leg or ass!